Four years later.
"Daddy! Daddy! Celestine bonked my face!"
A little girl, with shoulder-length curly blonde hair, dressed in a pink sleeveless lace dress, hurried past the doorway and approached the chair where her father sat. Her emerald green eyes filled with tears as she buried her face in his lap.
"She did what?" Her father asked calmly, but his eyes simmered with hidden anger, like a volcano ready to explode.
Standing up, the little girl mimicked a slapping motion with her hand. "She did it like this," she demonstrated, her palms colliding with her right cheek.
At only four years old, the child exhibited an impressive ability to converse like an adult, a trait likely influenced by her limited interactions with children her age and constant company of older people.
Her father ge
